i’ve been in a bit of a crazy whirlwind slump lately… is
that even possible? things have been moving around me at such a speed, i feel
as though i’m barely having time to
enjoy them. if i take an extra hour to lie in bed, i mostly spend that time
thinking of all the things i have to do, and my ‘to do’ list sitting on my
counter. when i spend the day with someone whose company i just want to enjoy, i am often distracted by thoughts of jewelry designs, and nagging feelings of
articles i want to write, and workshop planning i need to complete. when all i want
to do is sleep, or talk to my sisters on the phone, or spend weekends whisking
off and visiting friends, all i can think about is my responsibilities as an
employee, small business owner, daughter and all the other things that take my
time over days, weekends, and the spare moments I can find in between these responsibilities.
then, I read this. and, inspired by syndey, i’ve been trying to simply sit on
the moments, and small things that make me smile. things that I can pause and
think, ‘man. Life. Is. Good.’
so. i reminded myself that lately, i've been digging some good stuff. and i don't give props to it enough. (sorry things i dig).
i super dig my morning tea, for being warm, and amazing every
morning – and without me even knowing I need it, warming my insides. and because you, little loose leaf tea, you make people think i'm weird, because they think i'm eating leaves. and that makes me a little bit happy inside to be the weird one.
i super dig the way the sun sets behind my across-the-street neighbours houses, and casts these amazing rays on everything around. but only at a specific time of day. and if i get to see it... perfection.
i super dig time spent with people you enjoy spending time with. though seemingly simple, i've spent some time recently just catching up, and hanging out with those who i needed to get time in with. and then, when i get to spend a night with someone i actually get to be myself around, and laugh like crazy about blow up dolls in beds, and drink scotch, and watch movies in comfortable silence, you appreciate why people like that are in your life. thanks friends. thanks to you for liking me for my ugly laugh.
i super dig my toms shoes, and secretly wearing them at work - because then sometimes i slip them off, and cross my legs at my work desk, and i feel less like i'm working 11 hrs a day, and more like i'm just hanging out. you, mr. toms, are one of my newest dearest bffs.
i super dig my toms shoes, and secretly wearing them at work - because then sometimes i slip them off, and cross my legs at my work desk, and i feel less like i'm working 11 hrs a day, and more like i'm just hanging out. you, mr. toms, are one of my newest dearest bffs.
i super dig new friends who - whilst dancing goofily alongside me at the bar - say ,'hey, you're a super awesome writer'. thanks man. you're a super awesome dance buddy. and i dig you. i also super dig goofy dancing. and friends goofy dancing with me. you and your dance moves make me forget that i should be in bed, and not laughing the night away (because really, laughing is better for your health than sleeping anyways).
i super dig napping. a lot lately. both real and pretend napping. any moments spent in bed, really. so bed - high five to you for doing a bang up job of being comfy and warm.
i super dig when i submit an article to my editor, and she writes back, 'it's like you read my MIND. The very best'. and then, i give myself a high five (which i also dig a lot lately).
i super dig my favourite vietnamese place, and the people who work there - because you. you cook me dinner. a lot. and i don't thank you enough for the extra spring roll you add in... because you know i come at least twice a week. and hey, i deserve it!
i super dig honest and real conversations - despite how awkward both parties are. and feeling like, 'hey - that wasn't so bad. in fact, i feel proud of that' after the super awkward, but honest and real conversation. and feeling like i'm growing up a little bit more and more, and conversations like that make me feel even MORE like a real grownup - but in a good way. (oh. and i dig people willing to have super real honest convos with me, too)
i super dig new sparkly nail polish. because i know you will sparkle up my nails, and make me happy, and remind me of one of my dearest friends - leigh jackson - and that will make me more happy.
i super dig sisters. my sisters. because you're cool ass chicks. and you love me. despite me being me. and you don't roll your eyes at sports talk, because i know you love it as much as me.
i super dig my rehab practitioner - because i get to see you twice a week, and since you know i'm bummed every time i see you, you make me laugh by asking me what new bruises i have that day, and what awkward or embarrassing thing i did to myself since the last time i saw you. and because you let me high five you a lot when i make progress. you don't have to let me high five you - so thanks for being just as excited about high fiving as i am.
i super dig my internet friends. like meg. because sometimes - for no reason - you send me messages and emails and tweets, and they make me smile. and make my day better. and sometimes you are better friends than real-life-in-the-same-town-as-me friends, and that makes me happy to think that people can care even when they've never met you.
i super dig you poinsettia plant at work. because you died. and everyone told me to throw you out. but i wasn't willing to give up on you. and now you have red on you again, and you're getting more and more full every day. and when people come to me at work, i get to say 'i told you so' because i didn't throw you out. and you know how much i love that. thanks for fighting through my bad plant motherhood.
you're all neato. all of you. and i'm appreciative. because in and amongst all the insanity that currently is my life, you continue to slow me down, so i can stop and breathe. happy breaths.